I am the feeling
I am the mistery of Gods
Spreading all in blood
You are the fearest
Of evil with memories to lie
And you always know
*That here are the pain
Here are the thieves
Look at this mirror
You're lost in this way
In the darkness of your soul
Fear all the hate
Fear all these tears
You call the heroes from hell
*You make them cry
Steal their mind
Then go to hell
No one to hear you
No Angels or Demons
So here's what you did and you'll pay
Shall you live or die
So now this could be more cruel
They know what I've steal and I'll
Keep going on for the pain
Living inside your blood
And here are the pain
Here are the thieves
Who's in this mirror
Ignored by hate
And i know the burden hurts
And Fearing your grave
Fearing confused
You call the heroes from heaven
You make them cry
Steal their mind
Then go to hell